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... hast thou in the moorland lain , Now welcome to my heart again . The russet weed of mountain gray No more shall round thy border play ; No more the brake - flowers , o'er thee piled , Shall mar thy tones and measures wild . Harp of the ...
... hast thou in the moorland lain , Now welcome to my heart again . The russet weed of mountain gray No more shall round thy border play ; No more the brake - flowers , o'er thee piled , Shall mar thy tones and measures wild . Harp of the ...
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... Hast thou not heard , at midnight deep , Soft music on thy slumbers creep ? At such a time , if careless thrown Thy slender form on couch of down , Hast thou not felt , to nature true , The tear steal from thine eye so blue ? If then ...
... Hast thou not heard , at midnight deep , Soft music on thy slumbers creep ? At such a time , if careless thrown Thy slender form on couch of down , Hast thou not felt , to nature true , The tear steal from thine eye so blue ? If then ...
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... Hast thou not weened thyself on high , List'ning to angels ' melody , ' Scaped from a world of cares away , To dream of love and bliss for aye ? The dream dispelled , the music gone , Hast thou not , sighing , all alone , Proffered thy ...
... Hast thou not weened thyself on high , List'ning to angels ' melody , ' Scaped from a world of cares away , To dream of love and bliss for aye ? The dream dispelled , the music gone , Hast thou not , sighing , all alone , Proffered thy ...
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... Think of thy joys in Ora's shade ; From Anna canst thou sever ? Think of the vows thou often hast made , To love the dear maiden for ever . And canst thou forego such beauty and youth , Such 38 NIGHT I. THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
... Think of thy joys in Ora's shade ; From Anna canst thou sever ? Think of the vows thou often hast made , To love the dear maiden for ever . And canst thou forego such beauty and youth , Such 38 NIGHT I. THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
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... hast thou , to her bosom prest , For many a day about been borne ; Oft hushed and cradled on her breast , - And canst thou leave that breast forlorn ? O'er all thy ails her heart has bled ; Oft has she watched beside thy bed ; Oft ...
... hast thou , to her bosom prest , For many a day about been borne ; Oft hushed and cradled on her breast , - And canst thou leave that breast forlorn ? O'er all thy ails her heart has bled ; Oft has she watched beside thy bed ; Oft ...
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abbot auld bard BARD'S SONG beneath blue bold bosom brave breast breeze brow cheek claymore cliffs dame dark deep Douglas dread dream Dumlanrig Dunedin Earl Walter eternal weep Ettrick fair fairy fell fled flew flower forest frae glen glowing gray green green-wood grew hall harp hast thou heard heart heaved heaven Highland Highland hill hill Holyrood honours Kilmeny knew lady land lone looked Lord Lord Darcie loud lyre Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Mary's midnight minstrel moon morning mountain ne'er never nigh night NOTE numbers o'er pale Queen Quhan Quhill rill rose round rung scarcely Scotland Scottish seen shepherd sigh sing sleep smile soul Southrons spirits Staffa stern stood storm strain sung sweet tale thee thine tongue Torwoodlee Tushilaw Twas vale warriors wave weened weep wild wind womyne wonderous wood wyfe young youth
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Page 175 - The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek o' the cot hung over the plain,— Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, ' • Late, late in the gloamin...
Page 191 - It was like an eve in a sinless world! When a month and a day had come and gane, Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene ; There laid her down on the leaves sae green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen!
Page 188 - To tell of the place where she had been, And the glories that lay in the land unseen ; To warn the living maidens fair, The loved of Heaven, the spirits' care, That all whose minds unmeled remain Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.
Page 189 - Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye, That floats along the twilight sea.
Page 177 - All striped wi' the bars of the rainbow's rim ; And lovely beings round were rife, Who erst had travelled mortal life ; And aye they smiled, and 'gan to...
Page 180 - They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away. And she walked in the light of a sunless day: The sky was a dome of erystal bright. The fountain of vision, and fountain of light: The emerald fields were of dazzling glow, And the flowers of everlasting blow. Then deep in the stream her body they laid.
Page 188 - Kilmeny came hame ! And O, her beauty was fair to see, But still and steadfast was her ee ! Such beauty bard may never declare, For there was no pride nor passion there ; And the soft desire of maiden's een In that mild face could never be seen.
Page 148 - ... That the pine, which for ages had shed a bright halo, Afar on the mountains of Highland Glen-Falo, Should wither and fall ere the turn of yon moon, Smit through by the canker of hated Colquhoun : That a feast on Macgregors each day should be common. For years, to the eagles of Lennox and Lomond. A parting embrace, in one moment, she gave : Her breath was a furnace, her bosom the grave ! Then flitting elusive, she said, with a frown, " The mighty Macgregor shall yet be my own !" — " Macgregor,...
Page 178 - O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be!
Page 176 - Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face ; As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.